User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-26024035-20160423203631

Rugnatt stepped out in front of him, and smiled, his cutlass drawn and glistening in the moonlight. "Y'r not goin' anywhere, Scurvin."

Asrin stepped up behind him, pressing a short, broad dagger's edge against Scurvin's throat. "Just tell us all y' know about th' Ook, mister master o' six'n'nine, quiet-like... yore a clever beast."